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Plans and Actions: Part Three

New Years Eve, 1983

It’s 20 degrees Fahrenheit at 11PM. Occasionally snow drifts down out of the sky, depositing itself unceremoniously on cars, sidewalks, roofs, trash cans, awnings, and the homeless. The snow has been intermittent through the day, so it doesn’t stick to the streets. The sidewalks are slippery—the slow that fell there has been ground down to thin sheets of ice, almost invisible on the concrete, and it’s not uncommon to see people randomly grabbing at trees, benches, mailboxes...

Plans and Actions: Part Two

Driving, Manhattan to Jersey

“… so Travers thinks the Federal Government is compromised, and he doesn’t know how far up it goes,” CB says.

Jenny says nothing for a moment. CB watches the street slights play off her face as she guides the car down the streets of New York City.

“Damn,” she says finally.

“Yeah,” CB says. “At the moment we’re on our own. Travers can’t help until we help him first. We need to figure out what the conspiracy is, so he knows how to look for it on his end.”

“Damn,” Jenny s...

Plans and Actions: Part One

Haruspex Analytics, Top Floor

“I want to know exactly what happened in that house.”

The Chairman isn’t shouting; he doesn’t even sound angry. But the crispness in his voice is unpleasant. It’s the sound of command unfettered by social convention: there’s no attempt to soften it with politeness or pleasantry. He’s not rude, and he’s not overbearing, but there’s no question that he’s giving an order, and he expects to be obeyed.

It’s very early in the morning, but most of the members of the Board...

Issue Five: Plans and Actions

Story: Christopher Wright
Cover: Garth Graham
Logo: Garth Graham

Why Self-Publishing? Webcomics.

In 2009, while I was at the tail-end of submitting an earlier draft of Pay Me, Bug! to publishers and getting a little discouraged about the process, people in my life encouraged me to self-publish. These people included a few friends, and even my parents. My parents even went so far as to mail me a promotional packet from a company that specialized in helping authors self-publish.

I didn’t want any part of it.

In 2009, at my very core, I steadfastly believed the only legitimate way to publish...

50010

And that's that. I win.

Those of you eager for a sequel to Pay Me, Bug! will still have to wait, though. It's nowhere near publication yet.

NaNoWriMo Update: Two Weeks To Go

Two weeks left to NaNoWriMo (well, 12 days) and it's time for an update.

I'm at a little over 35K words, which is good, because it puts me ahead of the game. I made up a lot of ground yesterday, thankfully, because a few days before that I ran into a lovely little problem where every time I sat down to write I wound up falling asleep. Every. Single. Time.

The question for this week is whether I'm going to be able to also put out Issue 5 of Curveball and Chapter 26 of The Points Between. Since t...

The Points Between Podcast - Chapter 25

ThePointsBetweenCH25.mp3

The Collection: Simon explains the nature of magic, and Matthew's connection to it.

Obligatory Rant about Fandom, Cosplaying, and People Who Ought to Know Better

This is a profanity-laden rant. Some day my daughter will stumble across this and be horribly embarassed. Future prospective employers will read this and inform me that the position has already been filled. My parents, who do visit this site, will sigh and tell themselves that they raised a good boy... mostly. You have been warned.

I should be working on NaNoWriMo right now. I have, at this moment, at least a one-thousand-six-hundred-sixty-seven word deficit, and it’ll probably grow larger tha...

The Points Between - Chapter 25

The Collection

The center of the maze was a circular courtyard, similar to the one at the entrance but smaller. In the middle was a marble statue, taller than Matthew by half. The scene was familiar to him: a woman gazing into the face of a small child, the child looking up into the sky. It was the same picture he saw on the tapestries hanging in the shining chapel at Bridge Street Park.

Matthew stepped past Simon and approached the statue, studying it carefully. He wasn’t a sculptor, but he th...